Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-04-02

No signal is given. If that vessel per-
i.hes, having hailed no n whose
fault will IT bep VIII it be the fault of
the ship that hid its calamity. or will it
be the fault of the vessels that, passing
on the high seas, would have been glad
to furnish relief if it had been only
asked? In ether words. my brother, if
you miss heaven it will be your own
fault.
No one cares for your soul! Why in
all tie ages there have been men whose
entire business was soul-saving. In
this work, Munson went down under
the knives Of the canuibals whom he
had come to save, and Robert Nc
Cheyne preached himself TO death by
thirty years Of age, and John BuDyan
was thrown into u dungeon in Bed
! fordshire. and Jehu Ashman endured
Ill the malarias of the African Jungle;
| and there are hundreds and thousands
| of Christian men and women who are
praying. toiling, preaching, living, dy-
ing to save souls.
No one care for your soul! Have
you heard how Christ feels about itp
| know it was only five or six miles
from Bethlehem to Chlyary-the birth
place and death-place of Christ-but
who can tell how many miles it was
from the
THRONE 70 THE MANGER?
How many miles Gown, how many
miles back again? The place of his
departure was the focus of all splendor
and pomp. All the thrones facing His
throne. HIS name the chorus in
every song ard the inscriptin on
every banner. His landing-place Il
cattle-pen. m~alodorous with unwashed
brutes, and dogs growing in and out
ofthe stable. Born of a weary mother
who had journcyed eighty miles in
severe unhealth that she might find the
right place for the Lord $ nativity
born, no as other princes, under the
flash of a chandelier, but under a Ian
tern swung by "A rope 10 the roof of the
barn. In that place
CHRIST STARTED TO SAVE YOU.
Your name, your face. your time. your
! eternity, in Christ's mind. Sometimes
travelling on mules back to escape old
Hcrod's massacre, sometimes attempt
ing nervous sleep on the chilly hill
side, sometime earning his breakfast by
the carpentry Of a plough. In Quar-
antania the stones of the field, by their
shape and color, looking likethe loaves
of bread, %tantalizing his hunger. Yet
all the time keeping on after you.
With drenched coat treading the surf
of Genessaret. Howled after by II
hlood-thirsty mob. Denounced as Il
drunkard. Mourning over II doomed
city, while others shouted at the SIGHT
of the shmmering towers. All the
time coming o. md coming on to save
YOU. Indicted as being a traitor against
government, perjured witnesses swear
ing their souls away to insure his
buichery. Flogged, spit on, slapped
in the face, and then hoistcd on rough
lumber, in the sight Of earth. and
heaven, and hell, TO purchase You eter-
nal emancipation. From the first infant
step to the last step of manhood on the
sharp
SPIKE OF CALVARY,
a journey for you. On, how he cared
for your soul! By dolorous arithmetic
add up the stake. the wintry tempest,
the midnight dampness, the abstinence
OF forty days from food, the brutal
sanhedrim. the heights of Golgotha,
across which all the hatreds of earth,
and all the furies Of hell charged with
their %bayonets, and then dare TO say
again that no n cares for your soul.
A young mar might as we'll 90 off
from home and give his father and
mother no information as to
where he was gone, and, crossing the
seas, sitting down in some foreign
country, cold, sick, aud hungry, and
lonely. saying: My father and mother
don't care anything about me" Do
not care anything about him! Why,
that fathers hair has turned gray since
his son went off. He has written to all
the consuis in the foreign ports, asking
about that son. Does not the
MOTHER CARE
anything about himp He has broken
her heart. She has never smiled since
he went away. All day long. and
almost All night, she keeps asking:
"Where is he? Where can he bc?"
He is the first thought in her prayer
and the last thought in her prayer--the
first thought in the morning and the
last at night. She says: ''Oh God,
bring back my boy! | must see him
again before die" Oh. do not his
father and mother care for him? You
go away from your Heavenly Father,
and you think he does not care
for you because You will not even read
the letters by which he invites you to
come back, while AL heaven is waiting,
and waiting, and waiting for you to
return. A young man said to his
father: 81 ana going off; | will write
to you at the end of seven years and
tell you where | am Many years
have passed along since that son went
away, and for years the father has been
going TO the depot in the village on the